The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 487 Speed

"My God, this is an army of wizards."

"I can't believe it," one of the pirates said, his voice filled with fear.

"Hurry up and row, do you want to wait to die?"

Jack roared, his eyes revealing immense anxiety.

They had just witnessed the horrific scene of the black wizard extracting souls, a scene deeply etched in their minds, making them realize that if they didn't escape as soon as possible, they might be the next ones to have their souls extracted.

"But where can we escape to?"

Another pirate asked, his voice trembling with tears, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.

"Whatever, let's get out of here first."

Jack said through gritted teeth, his hands gripping the rudder tightly as if he wanted to crush it.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: to get as far away from this terrifying sea as possible.

Upon hearing Jack's command, everyone on the ship exerted all their strength, rowing the oars with all their might.

The Black Pearl sped across the sea, leaving a long trail in its wake.

The wizard army advanced with unstoppable momentum, completely disregarding Jack's lone little boat.

In their view, the small boat that had managed to escape was nothing more than a fish that had slipped through the net and could not cause any trouble. They had a more important task to complete.

Thus, the massive wizard fleet sailed majestically toward Shipwreck Bay.

Once the warships reached their destination, another deafening salvo was unleashed.

Shells rained down on the island, and in an instant, the buildings on the island collapsed one after another under the fierce bombardment, raising clouds of dust and rubble. The once peaceful Shipwreck Bay was turned into ruins in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, the enormous giants jumped into the sea and, using their strong legs, waded through the water towards the shore.

Once ashore, the giants began to use their brute strength, their hands like giant shovels, quickly clearing away the debris and rubble to the side, creating a relatively flat area for their subsequent operations.

At the same time, the small but extremely agile fairies also began to move.

Using their superb underwater skills, they dived into the sea to salvage ships that had sunk to the bottom.

Then, a group of dark-skinned wizards disembarked from the warship. They were wizards from Africa.

They arrived at the center of the island and carefully buried a strange seed in the ground.

Then they formed a circle, chanting incantations while waving their wands.

Under the influence of powerful magic, the seed began to sprout rapidly, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, it grew into a towering tree, its thick trunk reaching straight into the sky, and its lush branches stretching freely in all directions.

The tree continued to grow, with countless branches extending from its trunk.

On each branch, an exquisite treehouse was quickly hung, as if it were a work of art created by nature and magic.

The enormous tree canopy gradually transformed into the shape of a castle, with its outline clearly visible, complete with towers and walls.

After doing all this, the African shamans stepped aside and stood respectfully with their heads bowed.

Wes slowly stepped off the warship, his figure appearing exceptionally tall in the sunlight.

He looked up at the giant tree that had been grown by magic, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. "Not bad magic."

Lucius, Dumbledore, and others followed closely behind him.

The group followed the special passageway on the tree trunk all the way to the castle at the top of the tree canopy.

Inside the castle, Wes activated the holographic projection of this world. Amidst the flickering light and shadow, a map of this world was clearly displayed before everyone's eyes.

"Alright, as agreed, Europe and Britain will be yours."

Weiss addressed the representatives of the Twenty-Eight Holy Families.

"Thank you for your generosity."

The delegates responded respectfully, their faces beaming with excitement and gratitude.

Wes had his own plans. He wouldn't completely divide up a world; Europe was enough for these pure-blood families.

The next plan was quite simple.

He divided his 100 warships into four squadrons, sending them off from four different directions to conquer every corner of the world, like four giant nets slowly unfurling, gradually bringing the world under his control.

A legion of wizards would undoubtedly be a devastating blow to the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.

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Especially the fearsome legion of black wizards; wherever they went, it was as if death itself had descended, bringing endless terror and destruction.

Faced with the powerful magic of the dark wizards, the armies of various countries in this world appear utterly vulnerable.

Their weapons, whether melee weapons or early firearms, were like children's toys under the powerful force of magic.

Dark wizards can unleash all sorts of terrifying magic with just a wave of their wands, or summon raging flames that can instantly engulf an entire army.

Or they could cast a dark curse, driving the soldiers into madness and agony, rendering them incapable of fighting.

The defenses of various armies crumbled as quickly as paper under the onslaught of the Black Wizard Legion.

In just one month, the vast continents of Europe and Asia were easily swept away by the wizard legions.

Those nobles and ruling classes from various countries who were once high and mighty are nothing more than "collectibles" that can be collected at will in the eyes of black wizards.

The dark wizards captured them without mercy, imprisoning their souls with all sorts of evil magic, collecting them as spoils to satisfy their twisted desires.

However, in this bloody conquest, some dark wizards inevitably became completely consumed by their inner darkness and couldn't help but attack ordinary people.

They regarded ordinary people as ants, wantonly using magic to torture and kill them, enjoying this cruel pleasure.

When Wes learned of this, his response was simple yet incredibly cruel.

He seized these unruly dark wizards, summoned hellfire, and cast their souls into it to burn.

This hellfire is extremely terrifying. Every second that the burning soul is like being in a place of eternal damnation, and the whole body feels as if it is being torn apart by tens of thousands of poisonous insects at the same time, causing unbearable pain.

Moreover, this torment is not a short-term punishment, but will last for hundreds of years.

Such cruel punishments were like a Damocles' sword hanging over the heads of all wizards.

Since then, no wizard has dared to easily attack ordinary people. They know Wes's methods and determination, and dare not cross this taboo line again.

During the wizarding army's conquest of the world, although it was still full of bloodshed and violence due to this harsh measure, it at least temporarily restrained its evil deeds in dealing with ordinary people.

(End of this chapter)